Lisa
People who give sense to my travels
It was the third day in a row I was going to Phong Nha Vegan for dinner. It was also the first night it wasn’t raining, so I was finally going to be able to sit outside, by the river, on the colourful tires they use as seats.
There was a woman sitting outside with the waitress. When I arrived the waitress got up and the woman asked if I was alone. I said yes, and she told me to join her.
I ordered a coconut mango smoothie — which she said I couldn’t miss — while she finished her dinner.
Her name was Lisa. She was American and had been travelling for over half a year already. We talked about our travels, Bali (a lot), yoga, our lives, future plans, budgets, etc. Everything about her was admirable and inspiring. She was a mother and her children were adults already, which gave her the freedom to travel. She had done a six-month yoga retreat in Bali with her daughter — a real one — and then continued travelling by herself. Unfortunately, she would have to go home soon to take care of some things that had to be done in person, but she didn’t know an exact date yet. She was heading to Hanoi the next morning, to do the famous Ha Giang Loop with an easy rider.
When it started getting late she told me she should head back because she was driving. She got up to pay for her dinner…
